Two: everybody wants to know (if we fucked on the bathroom sink)
Six Months Ago
[Clarke]
The music was blaringly loud in the club Raven and Roan had brought me out to. We were crammed into a booth, leaning into one another just to be heard over the music. They had invited Roan's friend from the gym, Bellamy. I think Raven was trying to set us up but I'm just going with it. Raven and Roan were engrossed in their own conversation anyways, and they headed to the bar to get us more drinks.
"So Bellamy, are you a fighter too?" I asked him. He smiled, "Yes, Roan helps me train at the gym Lincoln owns. They both have been helping me get some upcoming fights. How do you know Raven?" he asked.
"We were roommates in college, and we kept in touch when she moved out here with Roan. I just moved out here for work and Raven's pretty much the only person I know." I said, honestly.
As we talked, I realized Bellamy was actually very sweet and really easy to talk to. He asked me questions about my life and seemed genuinely interested in what I was saying. Even when Raven and Roan came back to the table, we ended up lost in our own conversation. We talked about our college years. I found out he had majored in history, that he had a younger sister. I told him about majoring in pre-med, but how I couldn't continue to med school yet. All the while as we talked, I couldn't help but notice how hot this guy was. I mean yeah, he had the body of a fighter, but he had these dark brown eyes that a girl could get lost in. And his dark curly hair was fell haphazardly around face, creating that perfect messy look that probably took him all of five seconds to achieve. Not to mention his flawless tan skin covered in freckles and an intricate tattoo that wound it's way up his left arm.
"Clarke, come dance with me!" Raven exclaimed, pulling me out of my daydream. I smiled at Bellamy apologetically. I almost didn't want to leave him and the connection we had sparked, but Raven grabbed my hand insistently and I was pulled to the dance floor.
The flashing strobe lights and light up dance floor created a haze as we moved to the music. I was buzzing from the couple of drinks I had, and swaying to the rhythm felt great. I lifted my hands over my head, threw my head back and laughed. It was so nice to let loose for a little bit. All of a sudden someone behind me had grabbed me just above my hips. I looked over my shoulder, it was a random guy. I shrugged and continued dancing with him. I paused though when his hands started to slide down past my hips towards my ass.
I was just about to turn around and tell him off when I heard a deep voice speak up, "She already has a dance partner for the night so I suggest you remove your hands and step away." Bellamy stared down the other guy, cool and collected. The random guy shrugged and turned towards the bar.
Bellamy finally turned to look at me. Knowing he had just stood up for me like that lit a fire in me. I moved closer to him, watching his tense jaw tick as I advanced toward him. His dark eyes tracked my movements and were filled with heated intensity. He didn't break eye contact with me as he pulled me close, pressing our bodies together and started dancing with me. My heartbeat kicked up a notch, my pulse spiking as I got a little lost in those warm brown eyes. We danced, pressed together like that for a while, and when the next song started up, it was slower.
I brought my arms up and around Bellamy's neck. He lifted me up a little, so that our faces were mere inches apart and my legs were nearly wrapped around his waist. He held my gaze for a long moment before he finally lowered his lips to mine. He was a contradiction. Tender but in control. Bellamy started by nipping playfully at my bottom lip, before he deepened the kiss, twining tongues and open mouths.
His hands wandered, moving from my hips, to cup my ass and press me into him more. I gasped. I could feel all of him against my center, the only barriers between us were his jeans and my wet panties. He walked us off of the dance floor until I felt my back hit a wall. He kissed me with abandon again, and as he leaned back and held my gaze, I knew we on the same page. The burning desire written across his face was mirrored in my own I'm sure. He was still pressing against me, my legs still wrapped around him, letting me feel every hard inch of him. And I wanted more.
Next thing I knew, we were out of the club and at his car. I don't know how we had got there but I was damn happy. He dug his keys out of his pocket and guided me to the backseat. However, he didn't follow me like I was expecting. Instead he promptly backed away from the car, a tight look on his face that I could not read. He closed the door and began making his way to the driver's side.
What. The. Fuck. I was hurt. And angry. Was I not fucking good enough for him? Why in the world would he slam on the brakes like this? I got out of the car seething, "What the hell?!"
"I'm sorry, I just can't do this." Bellamy replied looking pained as he ran a hand through his hair.
"What? Why not?" I exclaimed. I crossed my arms, staring at him indignantly.
His face shuttered leaving him expressionless as he faced me, "Get in the car I can take you home. Raven and Roan left already while we were busy."
"Yeah, so what the hell was that?" I yelled motioning to the club, "I thought we were gonna have some fun!? What happened?"
Bellamy shook his head, "Nothing I just shouldn't have started this now. I don't have the time for this. I have a fight in 2 days and I just can't be distracted. I need to focus."
I was speechless. I don't think I had ever felt this rejected. This whole situation was dredging up bad memories of my past that I just refused to think about again. Before I lost it completely, I turned to the nearest taxi, swung open the door. I left without saying another word.
"Clarke, wait! I'm so-" Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by the slamming of my taxi door.
